“Where’s my knight?” Lord Piereva barked, striding farther into the kitchen until he was in front of Fin’s table. Sighing, Fin set the pan down and placed his hands on his hips. “Well, let’s retrace your steps. Where did you last leave him?” “I’m in no mood for your smartass remarks,” Lord Piereva growled while Sir Wickfield’s eyes gleamed. The man was salivating over the promise of violence.
